We have a family art project due Monday for S.'s Open House that we have known about since May. Of course we haven't started on it and of course I am the art director. The theme is Family Hat. A bunch of families are already done with their projects as they started hanging them in the gallery today and most are very large scale. Tonight during dinner we agreed on a concept and it will be simple to complete. Liam finished a pre-packaged dish of mandarin oranges and then promptly put the empty dish on his head and said "hat". I thought we would use the mini dish as a statement that we are a recycling family and S. could paint it. Will-O's input is the write the words It's not the size of the hat that makes the family...
Nice. Easy. Done.
Worst Part of the Day-
I told Will-O I was atypically in the mood for a fish fry (soo Most Obese State-esque) and I said I would pick-up take out and we could have a family din at home for our weekly family time. He requested we go to a restaurant and I said no as it isn't relaxing for me as the kidz run around and get crazed and all I do is pick up food scraps and drinks that the kids whip down to the floor. He said "the kids are older now and they will be good. Besides, the not being able to relax part is your issue. " I said for the record I am anti, but I would do it if he wanted. (He really wanted the all you can eat aspect--not really happening with take out...) So we go. Just prior to exiting the car I told the fam I had an announcement and I made it clear that I expected excellent behavior and restaurant manners, etc. All (i.e. Scarlet) said aye.
15 minutes later (and $50 later) we had to take the food to-go as Liam was sprinting like a freak show directly into the wait staff and Scarlet was shoving sugar packs in her mouth sitting under the table like an ashamed addict. I was relieved to leave, yet Will-O blamed me and my self-fulfilling prophecy. (Or maybe just a calculating realist with a hair of Mother's Instinct? I don't recall going to ANY restaurants prior to being 7 years-old. There is a reason for that.)
Note: We did have an enjoyable dinner (albeit pricey and fatty) when we arrived at the homestead.
2 comments:
I am SO WITH YOU on the restaurants - I get total high blood pressure and feel on high alert the entire time. SO unenjoyable. Was also told (in a nice way) by Charlotte in-laws that I just can't care too much what others think - but it's more what I think is acceptable. Can't wait until we're able to do it ...
It is always refreshing when someone simply UNDERSTANDS without (me) having to explain the ins and outs of why...the restaurant thing simply is not where I want to go with kids. I view the dining experience as an experience--one where I can leisurely sit, chat, sip and enjoy. Who in tarnation can do that while tending to little ones? (Exhale.)
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